Basket Case

Countless thoughts twist my brain,
But nothing seems to stay�
�Hard to get through a single day.�
These things drive me insane,
Until there�s nothing left but merciless pain.

�Do my fears alone make me real?�
This thought floats away into the sky,
But what of these tears in my eye?
Is regret all that I feel?
I�m lost in the pain that I conceal.

I gather strength from the moonlit night.
�Perhaps its pain I should release.�
Out of nowhere comes inner peace.
Then I feel it�s gonna be alright,
The sun no longer blocks my sight.


This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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